"Jiang Jianjun, beat me to death if you dare!" The tranquility of the courtyard was torn apart by screams. Han Qingqing cried intermittently, and people in the courtyard stuck their heads out one after another. Silly Zhu was wearing a gray-green cotton-padded jacket and a bright red scarf around his neck. He had an angry look on his face, but his small eyes were staring straight at Qin Huairu. The deaf old lady poked him in the back with a walking stick: "Grandson, what does this have to do with you?" Xu Damao said angrily: "Xiaojun beat Han Qingqing just because of that broken scarf! Silly Zhu, come and tell everyone, why is this scarf hanging around your neck?"
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